An Xia's paintings

In the evening, as soon as Lin Anxia returned home, he rushed straight into the studio before saying hello to Xuesong who came to welcome him, and shut the door of Xuesong chasing him with a "bang".

Xue Song walked up and down the door impatiently, breathing heavily from her throat, and seemed to want to call Lin Anxia several times, but did not take action.In the end, Xue Song calmed down, and sat quietly at the door of Lin Anxia's studio as he had done many times before, staring at the door panel with his swarthy eyes without blinking.

Lin Anxia on the other side of the door calmed down his manic mood a little, and walked slowly to the edge of the easel. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the brush vat on the side, and there was actually a thin layer of dust on it.

In the past, Lin Anxia always thought that he just couldn't draw works with too positive emotions, so during the period of the art exhibition, he did not participate in the selection of the teacher group. After all, Lin Anxia has always firmly believed that the theme of "enthusiasm" has nothing to do with him .

But what Fu Chen said gave Lin Anxia a blow in the head!Is it just that he can't paint "enthusiasm", or is he unable to paint anything outside the control of that emotion?

Lin Anxia was sitting in front of the drawing board, holding a paintbrush in his hand, but his eyes, warm as the spring breeze, seemed unusually dull at this moment.Lin Anxia stared blankly at the blank drawing board, his mind went blank. He sat for a long time without moving, until the fingertips holding the paintbrush began to turn white, and his whole body became cold.

At this time, Lin Anxia squeezed a lump of paint onto the paint tray with shaking hands, and mixed it with water. Lin Anxia's paintings have always only had three colors, blue, black, and gray. All other colors of paint are for these three colors. Prepared for different ways of expression.At this time, Lin Anxia squeezed out a lump of red paint in a trance, and did not adjust the color, but used the wet brush to paint on the blank drawing paper in a hurry.

There was only one stroke, and a bright red appeared on the white drawing paper. Lin Anxia shook her hand, and the brush fell to the ground with a snap.Lin Anxia looked at the bright red on the white paper, feeling cold in her heart.

For no reason, Lin Anxia always couldn't see too bright colors appearing in his works. At this moment, his mind went blank, his hands seemed to be a pair of crippled hands, and he couldn't even drag a light brush. live.

He was like a person who never knew how to draw, and didn't know what to do with a blank piece of paper.At this time, the smear of red that appeared on the drawing paper was like a man with a hideous face, mocking his incompetence wantonly.

"Hahahaha, are you really a so-called young genius? Why can't you even hold a paintbrush well? Admit it, without me, your so-called talent would not exist at all! Lin Xici's face has been completely embarrassed by you! A person who can't even hold a pen, why should he be the son of a talented painter! Lin Anxia, ​​wake up, you know exactly what you got your honors and brilliance from! You can't draw at all! "

Lin Anxia hugged her head in pain, trying hard to get rid of the voice that appeared in her head, "It's not like this, it's not like this, I can, I can draw, I really can draw!"

A wave of despair welled up in her heart, and Lin Anxia's eyes unconsciously rolled down a tear, and more and more tears gathered.He seemed to have lost the ability to control himself, and his nerves seemed to be being pulled by another force. The emotion that made him unreasonably terrified was controlling his thinking.

"Stop lying to yourself! You are a worthless person! You have dishonored your father's name! You are a complete piece of trash!"

"No! I'm not!" Lin Anxia couldn't stand the voice in his head anymore, he tried his best to wave away the easel in front of him, and shouted hysterically: "I can draw! I'm not a worthless person! I'm my father's pride!"

Outside the door, upon hearing the movement, Cedar jumped up, scratched the door anxiously and shouted: "Wow!~Wow, woof, woof!"

At this time, Qin Ruihe, who had just entered the door and was about to take off his shoes, heard Xuesong's unusual roar, his heart sank, and he ran upstairs without taking off his shoes. The voice came from the studio. The only person who will stay there from time to time is Lin Anxia!

Something happened to An Xia!

Qin Ruihe rushed to the corridor, and saw Xuesong struggling to lie on the door panel, but Lin Anxia whimpered and shouted in pain from inside the door from time to time.

Qin Ruihe patted on the door panel vigorously: "An Xia, An Xia, what happened! An Xia, please open the door for me! Did you hear An Xia?"

Lin Anxia didn't realize Qin Ruihe's yelling outside the door. At this time, he couldn't feel any other movement except the pain in his heart that was magnified several times.

Seeing this, Qin Ruihe had a look on his face, "Xuesong, get out of the way!"

After finishing speaking, Qin Rui and his long legs lifted and kicked the door lock violently. With a bang, the door opened!

Qin Ruihe and Xue Song rushed in, and saw Lin Anxia squatting in a corner of the messy studio, holding his head and sobbing.

Qin Ruihe's heart seemed to be twisted severely, he and Xue Song seemed to have a tacit understanding, and ran towards Lin Anxia without immediately.

Xue Song seemed to have lost the restlessness he had just now, and after seeing Lin Anxia, ​​he sat quietly opposite him, not intending to approach him, but he did not leave either.

It just squatted quietly opposite Lin Anxia, ​​looking at Lin Anxia with a pair of warm eyes as usual, Qin Ruihe also calmed down a little after seeing this, trying to calm down his ups and downs, if he couldn't calm down at this time, So how to persuade Lin Anxia who is on the verge of collapse?

Undoubtedly, Xuesong is the one full of wisdom, it can always understand what Lin Anxia needs most at this time, and that is stability.

After a while, Lin Anxia's sobbing gradually stopped, Qin Ruihe slowly raised his steps, walked towards Lin Anxia lightly, and only slowly squatted down in front of him.

"An Xia, what's the matter? Who bullied you? Don't be afraid, Brother Rui is here. No matter who bullies you, Brother Rui can help you avenge him!"

Seeing that Lin Anxia didn't pay attention to him, but continued to hug his shoulders and tremble, Qin Rui felt distressed.Lin Anxia has always been quiet and introverted, even when crying, this is the first time Qin Ruihe saw Lin Anxia losing control of his emotions, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Qin Ruihe raised one arm, tentatively encircling Lin Anxia, ​​and seeing that he did not resist, the other hand slowly passed under his knee, and with a skillful effort, he hugged Lin Anxia in his arms. , and he sat in the corner instead of Lin Anxia.

Lin Anxia's consciousness was already in a trance, but he instinctively kept leaning into Qin Ruihe's arms, as if the tighter he leaned on, the safer he would be. His hands were still trembling unconsciously, until another pair of warm big hands Covering it completely, Lin Anxia felt a bit of comfort from the body temperature from another person.

Qin Ruihe gently stroked Lin Anxia's back, coaxing softly: "Okay, okay, I'm fine now. Brother Rui is here, no matter what happens, Brother Rui can help you solve it."

Qin Ruihe turned his head and kissed Lin Anxia's forehead, "Come on, tell Brother Rui, what happened?"

Lin Anxia lay on Qin Ruihe's chest, staring blankly at the front, but muttered, "I don't know how to draw anymore."

Qin Rui and Wen Yan frowned, looked up, and saw the easel that had been swung aside, the paint brushes that were scattered all over the floor, and the drawing boards lying in the mess, on the white paper, only A touch of bright red.

Just because he didn't have any inspiration, did Lin Anxia be stimulated like this?Qin Ruihe had some doubts, but he still coaxed him patiently: "It's okay, it's just that I don't have any inspiration right now. There's no rush to draw. We won't be too late to draw when we have good ideas."

"No." Lin Anxia sat up, clasped Qin Ruihe's arms tightly with both hands, looked in Qin Ruihe's direction with empty eyes, as if she was looking at him, but also seemed to see nothing: "If it's not painful, just I can't draw at all, if I don't continue to live in pain, I will lose the ability to draw! I can't let my father lose face, I must be a painting genius like my father! But, that means I must suffer forever alive, they will come to torture me all the time! What should I do?"

Qin Ruihe frowned even deeper: "Who is it? Who is it that made you suffer so much?"

"Who is it?" Lin Anxia repeated in a daze, "Yeah, who made me suffer?"

Lin Anxia murmured to himself in confusion, in a trance, "Who the hell is it?"

Qin Ruihe was worried that Lin Anxia would get into a dead end of thinking again, so he quickly changed the subject: "And Anxia, ​​I believe that Uncle Lin definitely wants you to live a happy life more than making you an excellent painter. There is a choice between becoming a talented painter and a happy life, and he definitely wants you to choose the latter."

As expected, Lin Anxia's thoughts were taken away. He seemed to be awake or confused, but he still followed Qin Ruihe's words and said: "That's not the case! Every time my painting wins an award, my father will watch it with me. Award ceremony! Then he will say in a very happy tone, "Xia Xia is my pride"! He must hope that I can become a painter like him, or even better than him! Tell you secretly, I am actually, a little They don’t like my paintings, they really hate my paintings.”

Hearing this, a picture flashed in Qin Ruihe's mind. It was not long after he started contacting Lin Anxia. Qin Ruihe's memory was particularly deep in his pale face and horrified expression.From then on, Qin Ruihe knew that Lin Anxia didn't really like his works.

But why is An Xia afraid of her own paintings?

The author has something to say:

Thanks to the little angel Shuiwu for sending the little red flower to the author.The editor has always given the author a good list, but the author’s writing performance has not been ideal. I don’t know how to repay the editor. I just think that during the May Day holiday, it’s better to come to the double. Thank you for following the article. Today's little angels.mwah!